Science and the rationality of the city have granted us insights into the working of 'nature', while simultaneously obscuring other relations to the stabilized image we effortlessly christen "nature". To illuminate is to obscure; to gain clarity by turning to a source of light is to create new shadows. Knowing anything is an exercise in loss, in complementary postures foregone, in sensations exchanged, in stabilities reinforced, in fools suffered. Something is always missing. The question isn't if my version or your version of the world is true; it is not if 'anything goes'; it is: what natures are we co-performing, and what worlds have had to die for them?